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Nightmare On Christmas - Trdee Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: T trdee | Published: 2024-22-09T00:07:50:00+07:00

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[intro]
(ooh sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
sheesh
danny be trippin’, dawg

[verse 1]
sh*t getting spooky, time to christmas in a halloween
hit him in his head, alexa, play “boom bada bing”
married to the money in my hustle, it’s a red ring
she get what she want because she always treat me like a king
i get me some neck and then i bounce just like a spalding ball
i’ma have to shoot you, i’m not fighting, bro, you know you tall
i just took your head off your shoulders, hang it on my wall
even when i needed you the most, you ain’t even call
i be always sh*tting on these n*ggas, where my pepto?
thought hе hearing voices, fly randy going psycho
hit him in his stomach, bullets gavе his ass some lipo
if i ever said i loved your ass, it was a typo
ghetto b*tch steady dropping trays ’cause she from the ‘raq
boy, [?] know if you can fold it then it’s not a stack
you can’t hit my ‘wood ’cause i’m smoking on exotic pack
if this was the eighties, you would be the one that’s smoking crack
n*gga got a attitude, f*ck on eazy*e
n*ggas always hating on me, why they can’t just let me be?
i guess it’s all fun and games until they saying, “rip”
b*tch, i own the whole building, ain’t no need for vip
i can go where i want, buy anything i see
i should say dough when people ask me, “are you trdee?”
f*ck being humble to ’em, they know they can’t f*ck with me
gucci goggles sitting on my forehead like i’m finna ski
turned his block to halloween town, sent them monsters to it
i be talking crazy, f*ck you if you don’t like my music
i’m the coldest n*gga out here, and my songs’ll prove it
steady popping pills, they got you looking like you going through it
i be always working, chasing chicken like a farmer
swear to god i really hate hoes, f*ck karma
they caught my lil’ n*gga in the field, pop warner
when you down bad, ain’t n0body in your corner
really undefeated, i’m like mike when it count
gave lil’ bro a gram, i be smoking by the ounce
n*ggas go and get a chain and they ain’t even got a house
don’t say you k!lling sh*t ’cause you wouldn’t even k!ll a mouse
don’t ever say i’m weak ’cause i’ma make you eat that sh*t
man, them busted ass shoes, you ain’t even got no grip
i ain’t never scared of n*ggas, n*ggas ain’t ’bout that sh*t
i be all on instagram like n*ggas ain’t got no drip
it’s a nightmare on christmas, he ain’t get to see his gifts
if i have to up the glock, shooting star, make a wish
i don’t have to get a bucket, run a point, get an assist
i ain’t worried ’bout your shooters, they be always shooting bricks
on top, bl!cking down, ask them n*ggas how i feel
put a bounty on the ceo, he scammed me out a deal
he be shaking with the gun so we can’t send him on a drill
i was up last night plottin’ on my first mill’
[verse 2]
you can’t k!ll me, michael myers, bro
if you gon’ reach them i’ma teach, you know how it go
that b*tch legs always open like the cornerstore
i’m the final boss and i bet you can’t go toe to toe
put in leg work for this sh*t, what you sacrifice?
pull up in the all black whip like the gotham knight
i can tell just from your demeanor, we are not alike
hop in my whip, it’s push to start like it start a fight
sh*t, it might get spooky, might just have to call the ghostbusters
we gon’ shoot a movie, we got clips, let it sing, usher
two chains in a wife beater, i ain’t mean to touch her
credit to my b*tch, like, why you trippin’? i ain’t even f*ck her
woke up to no gifts, it was a nightmare on christmas
i know he a b*tch and all my ex*b*tches missed this
i be courtside, taking pictures with the pistons
if you still think i’m not sweet, then you trippin’
b*tch

[outro]
lame ass
sh*ttyboyz

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